“Let it be lost,” Hervey said; “there’s a lot of fun being lost.”
I said, “Pee-wee, this is your job, go to it.” The kid stepped right out into the middle of the road, very brave and daring. All the while he was pulling up his stocking; it was awful funny to see him. Mr. Goobenhoff just laughed and laughed. I guess he was having a lot of fun too.
Pee-wee held up his hand like a traffic cop and shouted, “Stop! In the name of the funny-bone hikers of the Boy Scouts of America, stop! Wait a second till I fix my garter.”
Darby shouted, “Hello, Scout Harris; what’s the matter with your face?”
“It’s supposed to be invincible,” the kid shouted. “Stop where you are!”
“Your mouth is all black,” Darby said.
“I was eating a roasted potato,” Pee-wee said. “Who have you got in that bus?”
“Is this a hold-up?” Darby wanted to know. “I haven’t got anything with me but a cheese sandwich.”
“Give it to me,” the kid shouted.
“Give it to me,” Garry said.